Yorian could see her scared. "Be seated, child. You don't have to be scared of me."
Aggrieved, Oriana threw an accusing look at Martha. 'Was it right to trust her? Maybe she was just pretending to listen to me, but was scheming to get me detained because of the black nightshade.'
"This is Lord Yorian. You can trust him," Martha said. "He can answer you better than I can."
Orian still looked at him warily but the ancient elf didn't mind her vigilance.
"Alright, let me show you something," Yorian said and put his hand forward.
Oriana let out a gasp when an object appeared out of thin air. It was a beautiful silver longbow, its craftsmanship the most exquisite she had ever seen. It gave off a muted glow, like the softest moonlight at night, and as he did something with his fingers, a simple wooden arrow appeared out of nowhere as well. However, it was obviously no ordinary arrow, its shaft giving off a dangerous vibe, causing goosebumps to appear on Oriana's arms.
